Voice. Just clean yer own doorstep!
Working Woman. It's a pore sort of 'ousekeeper that leaves 'er doorstep till Sunday afternoon. Maybe that's when you would do your doorstep. I do mine in the mornin' before you men are awake.
Old Newsvendor. It's true, wot she says!—every word.
Working Woman. You say we women 'ave got no business servin' on boards and thinkin' about politics. Wot's politics?
(A derisive roar.)
It's just 'ousekeepin' on a big scyle. 'Oo among you workin' men 'as the most comfortable 'omes? Those of you that gives yer wives yer wyges.
(Loud laughter and jeers.)
| Voices. | { | That's it! |
| Wantin' our money. | ||
| Lord 'Igh 'Ousekeeper of England. |
Working Woman. If it wus only to use fur our comfort, d'ye think many o' you workin' men would be found turnin' over their wyges to their wives? No! Wot's the reason thousands do—and the best and the soberest? Because the workin' man knows that wot's a pound to 'im is twenty shillin's to 'is wife. And she'll myke every penny in every one o' them shillin's tell. She gets more fur 'im out of 'is wyges than wot 'e can! Some o' you know wot the 'omes is like w'ere the men don't let the women manage. Well, the Poor Laws and the 'ole Government is just in the syme muddle because the men 'ave tried to do the national 'ousekeepin' without the women.
(Roars.)